For advance/early chapters : p atreon.com/Ritesh_Jadhav0869
Seven days passed without word from the Anteverse.
Apparently interdimensional travel wasn't as simple as opening a door and walking through. The Precursor delegation was delayed—logistics, politics, or maybe the Toxin crisis consuming resources back home. Either way, the waiting continued.
On Earth, the change was palpable. With no new Kaiju attacks, no imminent threats, the crushing tension that had defined daily life for years began to ease. People started sleeping through the night again. Emergency sirens fell silent. The constant low-grade terror faded into something closer to cautious optimism.
The Planetary Warfare Council worked carefully to guide public sentiment, releasing strategic information through media channels, framing the narrative. The Wall of Life project was quietly cancelled—no dramatic announcements, just budget redirects and personnel reassignments. Why maintain concrete barriers when you could invest in space-capable weapons platforms?
The Jaeger program and space battleship initiatives? Those accelerated.
Western Pacific, Mariana Trench, Challenger Deep. Inside the Anteverse staging ground.
Aidan stood on the observation platform, looking down at his work.
Below, in the massive cultivation pool—that flesh-textured breeding chamber the Precursors used to grow their weapons—something massive was taking shape. The creature lay suspended in nutrient fluid, still unconscious but fully formed. Fifty meters tall, built like a fusion of marine reptile and terrestrial predator. Sharp claws, powerful limbs, a long tail lined with bioluminescent dorsal plates that pulsed faint blue. Its hide resembled crocodile skin—thick, armored, designed to take punishment.
Achilles stood beside Aidan, studying the creation with professional interest. "It looks like a hybrid. Tyrannosaurus Rex morphology combined with Iguanodon skeletal structure." He tilted his head, compound eyes catching the light. "But the size seems... smaller than optimal? Our Category-5 specimens reach one hundred eighty meters. This is only fifty."
"I prioritized density over height," Aidan explained. "Twenty thousand tons of mass compressed into that frame. Tonnage matters more than size for what I'm building."
"And what are you building?"
"I call him Godzilla."
The name clearly meant nothing to Achilles, but he didn't ask for clarification. "What can it do?"
"Tail whip for close combat. Kangaroo kick—don't underestimate those legs, they can launch him like a missile. And radiant heat projection." Aidan smiled slightly. "Among other capabilities I'm still testing."
It was ambitious, sure. Creating Godzilla using only Precursor genetic templates had limitations. But Aidan had access to other sources—samples collected from the Marvel universe, genetic data from species that made Kaiju look quaint. Ghidorah. Rodan. Eventually, if he could source the right materials, even Red Lotus Godzilla wasn't outside possibility.
"Remarkable," Achilles said, genuine admiration in his voice. "To successfully engineer a functional bioweapon on your first attempt—that's exceptional work, even by our standards."
"Did you ever consider optimizing for density?" Aidan asked, glancing at the Precursor. "Your Kaiju are massive, sure, but they're not particularly dense. Smaller frames with increased armor and agility would've made them harder to fight. Raiju's hide was thin enough that Jaeger claws penetrated easily. That's a design flaw."
"Our priority was environmental transformation, not pure combat efficiency," Achilles explained. "The Kaiju needed to carry maximum blood volume for terraforming purposes. Making them smaller would've reduced their ecological impact per deployment."
He paused, then added: "And increasing density isn't simple for us. The biological engineering required is... complex. You make it look easy."
"Maybe I'm just a genius," Aidan said with mock humility.
"Or maybe your species approaches problems from fundamentally different angles than ours." Achilles's fish-eyes were unreadable, but his tone carried weight. "Adding armored plating to a Kaiju, coupling that with massive physical size, would exponentially increase destructive capacity. We never considered that approach."
A moment of silence.
"I'm beginning to think cooperation with your species might not have been the wisest strategic choice," Achilles said quietly.
Aidan laughed. "Too late for second thoughts. Unless you're willing to abandon your homeworld entirely."
"No. We're committed." Achilles sounded resigned. "Besides, your dimensional technology is beyond our reach, and Earth's environment isn't suitable for Precursor biology anyway. Even if we wanted to betray the alliance, the logistics would be prohibitive."
"Exactly. Your space-folding tech is impressive—traveling between dimensional planes, opening stable wormholes, that's genuinely advanced work. But my portal magic only functions within the same universe. Cross-dimensional transport is your advantage." Aidan gestured at the barren landscape. "And this place? Toxic to humans even with environmental suits. We don't want your territory. You don't want ours. Perfect foundation for cooperation."
"Until humans master environmental modification technology and surpass us militarily," Achilles observed. "Then we become targets."
"Then don't let that happen. Stay useful."
Achilles didn't respond to that.
"When is your delegation arriving?" Aidan asked, changing subjects. "We've been waiting a week."
"Unknown. The Toxin crisis is consuming resources. Leadership may not be able to spare high-level representatives immediately." Achilles didn't sound particularly concerned. "I'm in no rush. The longer I stay alive, the better."
Despite facing certain execution after negotiations concluded, he seemed remarkably calm.
"We were close, you know," Achilles continued, almost conversational. "Another year, maybe two, and Earth's atmosphere would've reached the tipping point. Once the terraforming reached critical mass, we would've committed our full military. Not just Kaiju. Everything."
"You're very honest about that."
"Survival makes honesty practical." The Precursor gestured with one of his four arms. "There's no advantage in deception now."
"But you already have five colonies," Aidan pointed out. "Five planets under Precursor control. Why wasn't that enough?"
"You didn't extract that part of my memory?"
"I could've gone deeper, but then you wouldn't be conscious to have this conversation."
"...Fair point." Achilles's posture shifted, settling into explanation mode. "All five colonies failed. The Toxin came with us."
Aidan blinked. "What?"
"We exist in the same universe as those planets. When we terraform alien worlds, we inevitably bring Precursor ecosystem with us—microorganisms, spores, biological matter. The Toxin is part of that ecosystem. It spreads, adapts, reproduces in the modified environments. Eventually the infestation reaches critical density, and we have to abandon the colony before it becomes another Anteverse."
"So your colonization program has been a complete failure."
"Correct. Very few planets are suitable for our biology, and those that are become Toxin breeding grounds." Achilles made a sound that might have been a sigh. "That's why we turned our attention to other dimensional spaces. Searching for worlds separated by reality barriers the Toxin can't cross."
Understanding clicked into place. "And you found Earth."
"Yes. But Earth's ecosystem was incompatible with Precursor biology—wrong atmospheric composition, wrong temperature ranges, wrong everything. We couldn't use it."
"Until humans started industrializing," Aidan finished. "Pollution, carbon emissions, environmental degradation. We did half your terraforming work for you."
"Precisely. Your species created the conditions we needed. So we built the wormhole, established the Kaiju factory, and began—"
"RRRRROOOOAAAAAARRRRR!"
The sound was enormous. Not just loud—physical. The roar vibrated through the platform, through Aidan's bones, made the cultivation pool's fluid ripple in concentric waves.
Achilles stopped mid-sentence, compound eyes snapping downward.
In the breeding chamber, Godzilla was awake.
The creature thrashed violently, tearing at the bio-mechanical tentacles that had been monitoring its development. Nutrient fluid sprayed in great arcs as the restraints snapped one by one. The dorsal plates flared brilliant blue, bioluminescence reflecting off the pool's surface in dancing patterns.
"Well," Achilles said mildly. "It appears to be conscious."
"And you accuse me of stating the obvious."
Aidan gestured, and the remaining tentacles retracted smoothly, releasing their grip on Godzilla's massive frame. Without the restraints, the creature slowly rose from its prone position—water streaming from its hide, those glowing dorsal plates illuminating the chamber like a string of nuclear reactors.
When Godzilla stood fully upright, its head reached exactly level with the observation platform.
Aidan found himself staring into eyes the size of dinner plates—reptilian, intelligent, tracking his movements with predatory focus. The creature was aware. Not just alive but conscious, processing information, making decisions.
Carefully, Aidan extended his hand.
Godzilla's head moved closer—cautious, curious—until Aidan's palm pressed against the creature's snout. The hide was warm, textured like leather, vibrating slightly with each breath. The eyes watched him with something that looked almost like... trust? Recognition?
I created you, Aidan thought. You know that somehow. You know I'm your maker.
He stroked the ridge of Godzilla's nose, examining the facial structure up close. Those eyes still looked a bit goofy despite the creature's terrifying presence. Almost dopey. He hoped this thing wouldn't end up fighting some giant gorilla and losing.
After a few moments, Aidan stepped back, gesturing for Godzilla to move freely. The creature obliged, pulling itself fully from the cultivation pool with surprising grace for something that massive. Water cascaded from its frame as it took its first steps across the Anteverse's rocky ground.
Aidan's mind was already working through enhancement possibilities. Genetic modifications to increase heat ray intensity. Additional armor plating along vulnerable points. Maybe some kind of regeneration factor...
His gaze drifted to the crimson artificial sun in the distance, that massive stellar energy harvester keeping this dead world minimally habitable.
"Can you give me your energy source?" he asked, pointing at the construct.
Achilles followed his gesture, then shook his head. "That's not my decision to make."
"Actually," a new voice said from behind them, speaking flawless English with no trace of the clicking harmonics that usually characterized Precursor speech, "I believe I can make that decision."
Both Aidan and Achilles spun around.
A fourth Precursor stood on the platform—taller than the others, wearing ceremonial armor that looked more like art than protection, bone crown elaborate and multi-layered. This one radiated authority in a way Achilles never had.
"Apologies for the delayed arrival," the newcomer said, inclining its head in what might have been a bow. "Interdimensional travel during a planetary crisis proved... complicated. I am Ella Hayshiz. Supreme Leader of the Precursor Empire."
The most powerful being in Precursor civilization had just appeared unannounced on a Gobi platform while Aidan was petting his newly-created monster.
Aidan recovered quickly. "Well. That's one way to make an entrance."
300 , 500 , 1000 Each milestone will have 1 Bonus chapter.